4/23/2015

THROUGH THE WINDOW

   
It reached far across the floor this morning, streaked white and washing the room in a hazy warmth.  It definitely lifted soggy spirits, restored some pep and made me happy for little nooks and crannies with windows.

Hope you have a little sunshine in your day as well!  ♥

4/20/2015

TO LIVE DIFFERENTLY

    
There isn't a week that goes by that someone doesn't ask us, why did we move to this small town?  For the most part, I think they're truly interested in why we chose to live here, but I always hear a little condemnation in their voices.  For the folks that have grown up here, they understand.  They say they wouldn't live anywhere else, but as for the new generations, they only see what the rumors and the gossip wants them to see.  You see, there's poverty here, houses that have been swallowed up by the pine forests, store fronts that are empty and falling apart, vacant schools and buildings, no jobs and no economy, no stability.  It's the poorest county in the state, but it used to be the wealthiest, and if you look closely you will see that.  I only write about this because the questions and the judgments happened again this weekend, and after defining my thoughts about the house, the town and our decisions, I've finally come to the point that I no longer feel we need to justify anything.

There's land to the left, land to the right, the vegetable garden on one side and the ivy garden on the other.  A good amount we have, maybe just a little too much for us, but this is our world right now, one we happily chose.  It's where the flower garden and the family parties and the vegetable dreams are. This is where they live, and every day they burst open a little more and show themselves in golden sparkling ways.  The tearful laughter, full hearts, content stomachs, tiny new buds, strong arching branches,  delicate white petals, these are all their gifts.  Those are what are important to us. Our desire wasn't for bigger or smaller, richer or poorer, our desire was for different.

Embracing the seasons, the land, ours and around us, the people of this very small town and their hard work
 
Nurturing our own hard work, kinder giving hearts, our passions, family, friends, time together and the in-between times to slow down

Living with less stuff and more space, with things that tell a story, ours or others, and to always be mindful of the privilege we have of living in a historical home.   
 
That's what different is to us.  And different will make us richer in so many ways. We're sure of that.


Aside from that this weekend,  I started digging up old quartz rocks that lay buried deep in the red clay.  I can tell they were paths from long ago, some of them leading to nowhere.  My plan is to put a special ending on each of them, like the arbor we were lucky to find a few weekends ago.  That happens to us a lot, we just luck into the thing I'm looking for, and even better, the people we meet.  Some of them we still talk about twenty years later. 
I wonder what they would think if they knew that . . . or if anyone talks about us?

I hope you all have a beautiful start of the week!
 

4/17/2015

A CREATIVE PLAN




























April showers are here. They came three days ago and haven't left, only giving up brief pauses, just long enough to check on the garden or brush off the endlessly muddy rug.  It feels more like a midwestern spring day to me, where the gray and the black and the yellow and the green sky tumbles and mixes, grabs a ray of sun and becomes brighter than a sunny day.  Then, in an instant, turns darker than night.  And when the light does return again, everything is a beautiful shade of sunny green bean on the vine and there's not one trace of storm in the sky.  There's always a rainbow. Hopefully you see the rainbow.  That's how I remember spring in Nebraska.
 
I welcome the rain.  It's soaking deep in the ground, feeding the vegetables and flowers and popping up little purple and pink weeds. They're coming up in perfect little patches of color so they get to stay.  It's washing the deck and filling the birdbaths and has taken away the guilt of not working outside while I've been a little under the weather this week.
 
Inside, good things are happening, projects are started, ideas are written down and a creative plan is taking shape.  Mostly, it's a plan to find a place for me, something of my own, a way to be creative and a way to contribute. But what I'm finding, though it's my endeavor, is that we're coming up with ideas together, sitting at the table after dinner, talking and brainstorming like a good team. There's no doubt we are, a good team.  I look around our house and it amazes me and makes me so proud of what we've done together.

Certainly we can put together a little shop on the edge of our property, just on the edge of town.


Remember the windows that peek through the trees?
 

4/15/2015

A VISIT TO THE GIRL AND HER GRAPES

Remember the girl and her market stand that I found last fall, who so sweetly shared with me a bowl of grapes from her vineyard. As I drove the back way into town yesterday I saw her freshly painted signs along the side of the road, finally she's open again.  

We went by later in the afternoon and interrupted her while she was twisting grapevines down the sides of the stand.  She was just as friendly as I remember, asking us how we liked living here and all about the house.  She showed us baby rabbits and took us on a short tour of the new rows she planted in the vineyard, like an old best friend.  And then, just as cute as can be, she turns towards Chad and asks him if we've planted a garden and how it's coming along. 

 
I do believe she has a little crush on him. 
 
He answered  and they talked for awhile, mostly about simple stuff, dirt, chickens, grapes and the rain.  And then the big gray cloud that had been looming all afternoon finally opened up and poured down a warm spring shower on us. The rabbits scurried and she quickly filled us a basket with vegetables for dinner and told us how happy she is that we're here.  Out my window I watched her wave goodbye to us all the way down the road.
 
My heart swells at the goodness of people. 
 
It's dark and cool today, more like a spring day back home.  I put a big pot of vegetables on the stove to simmer all day, and if it turns out good, I think I'll take her a bowl.
 
 
Thank you so much for your compliments on our new kitchen.  It's finally all coming together around here. 
 
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